Wednesday, 11 September 2013

the real

sitting on this porch
feel the breeze and shade
horses swatting flies
with their long full tails
windy singing trees
the odd happy bee
flowers in the pots
the cedars and the sky
looking down the lane
breathing in the air
hearing joyful voices
crickets everywhere
vultures circling high
this moment never dies
it waits for me always.
Always it waits.


  1. I know that moment, too.... beautiful experience of a poem, it is like I settled right into that moment with you. I brought along a glass of tea for you - hope it is tasty for you!